The Key to Las Vegas Ch. 09

"Did you tell Angie you were with me and find out who she is with?" she asked a moment later.

"Dave," I answered, thereby confirming I knew who she was with and that she knew that I was with Jessica. "What about Barry?"

"Yeah, I don't know just yet. I didn't get a chance to talk to him." We just lay there in each other's arms, exhausted for the moment.

"How come you were able to last tonight?" she asked, her hand reaching down to grip my cock.

"What?" I asked, even then realizing that I'd confessed the night before that I hadn't cum very fast because Angie and I had fucked when we'd gotten there. Tonight, I didn't have that excuse, but I'd also been able to hold off my orgasm long enough for her to cum first.

"Last night, you said you'd fucked your wife which is why you didn't cum very fast. Did you have sex today?" I knew she had me dead to rights. What now? Did I confess or try to hide it? I didn't think long, lying would have only led to more lying later.

"Yes."

"With Donna?"

"We didn't fuck."

"Why not?"

"Because we were supposedly on a Dinky Date, a first date, and those aren't supposed to include fucking."

"I guess I need to thank her?"

"Thank her?" I repeated, surprised at the words. "For what?"

"For sucking your cock so you weren't so pent up and giving me the best fucking that I've had in 8... no make that 10, years." She snuggled into my shoulder; I could tell we were both done for the moment. "And you better wake me a bit earlier tomorrow because we're going to do it again before we go to breakfast."

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"I was a bit disappointed when I found it was Dave," Angie told me the next night when we were finally at home in bed and comparing notes. I told her everything, about how Jessica had complimented me for getting her off by fucking, about how Donna and I had played but she hadn't allowed us to fuck. Angie seemed a bit miffed to start with at that, but I told her that we'd almost reverted to the Dinky Dating protocols of touching but no fucking -- and since it was a 'first date', we hadn't done anything that we ourselves hadn't done on a first date, and that it had actually turned out well in that for the second night in a row I'd fucked a woman to orgasm -- a woman who had never had an orgasm from fucking before. "So, whether you know it or not, she thinks your husband is the world's greatest lover."

"Uhm, that makes two of us then," she said, moving into acknowledging that Dave wasn't the world's best lover, but then told me what had happened. "He did me standing up."

I knew Dave was a big man, he'd played football in college and was still built like it. Unlike many post-football players who just let their muscles turn to flab by just not doing anything, he'd continued to regularly work out. "Standing up?" I asked, trying to picture that. "Against the wall?"

"No," she shook her head, "just... standing. In the middle of the room."

I shook my head trying to imagine what she was telling me, the image of him lowering himself to be able to fuck her not making sense. "I don't understand," I said. "He's so big."

"Not his cock," she corrected, "that's just normal, like you, but his whole body is so big. I've never been with anyone so big and strong before. We'd gotten naked and he'd played with my tits and fingered me and then he had me stand up. He pulled me into the middle of the room, and... just picked me up. I started to wrap my legs around him, but he said "No - just let me" and he lowered me onto his cock. He'd been so hard, his cock pointing up and away and he just easily slid me onto him. I just held onto his shoulders and... he fucked me, standing up. It was like he was doing weights or something, just lifting and lowering, like he was masturbating himself with my body."

"Oh my, I don't think I've ever heard of that before."

"Me either."

"Was he a good lover? Did he make you cum?"

She shook her head. "No, not then. I wouldn't say he was a good lover, but he did get me off later with his fingers. He knew how to finger me, but he wouldn't go down on me and he always came before I did."

"You went down on him, but he wouldn't go down on you?" She nodded in agreement.

"Not very fair, was he?" I said, "that's kind of what Donna said, that he won't go down on her either."

"Joe?" Angie asked, reaching up and touching my lips.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Will you do me with your tongue?"

"Uhm. Gladly my love. You know me, I never pass up a chance to taste the nectar of the gods."

~

"You guys want to come in for a drink?" Nick asked as we pulled up to their house. It was getting late, our dinner and movie night with them now approaching 11 pm.

I glanced over to Angie, her slight nod affirming it was ok with her. "Sure! Why not," I answered as we stepped out of their car as we'd driven with them.

Aubrey and Nick had both been a bit uncharacteristically nervous all evening. There had been several unexplained glances back and forth between them during dinner, and a few whispered words when we were out of earshot. I suspected that, whatever they were nervous about, was going to finally be explained.

"To good friends," Nick said, offering his glass for a toast after we'd all been handed one.

"Best friends," Aubrey added.

"Agreed," I responded, "I think you guys really have become our best friends." Ever since our ski trip the winter before, we'd done more and more things together. Although nothing sexual had ever happened between us, with all of us having been naked together, the friendliness between us had escalated. It wasn't unusual for us to be sitting at our houses, watching a movie, and have Aubrey cuddle up next to me. Even though my hands would normally roam over Angie's body when we were like that, I had, except to put my arm around her to be more comfortable, never done anything like that with Aubrey. Likewise, Angie and Nick had a flirtatious banter about their relationship, and Angie wouldn't hesitate to cuddle against him if the situation was right. Several times I'd kissed Aubrey -- not a sexual "we're making out" kiss -- but it wasn't unusual for our lips to meet either. It was never hidden, always out in the open, and had never come across as anything except fun.

"Let's sit," Nick said, indicating the living room. All of us moved in, I sat on the couch and Angie kicked her shoes off, sitting beside me and curling her feet up underneath as I moved my arm around her shoulder. We talked about nothing in particular for quite a while an unexplained awkwardness permeating the room, before Aubrey whispered, "Go ahead," to Nick.

"We, uh, have a, uh..." he stammered, looking over to Aubrey to save him.

"Listen," Aubrey instead started when he stammered and didn't complete the words, "We really enjoyed last winter, staying with you at the condo and hoping we can do it again this year. Skinny dipping together in the hot tub, and um..." she again looked over to Nick before continuing, "sometime after that we got a strange letter..." Her pause said it all and immediately I knew exactly what it was that she was talking about. I felt the slight shift in Angie's weight against me and knew she also understood. "Was that letter from you?"

Either of us could have answered, but I bit my tongue, and instead of me answering Angie asked, "Strange letter? What did it say?"

This time it was Nick. "It, um, said that if we didn't respond, we'd never hear from them again, but um, basically asked if we were interested in... doing more with the Dinky Daters than just going out on dates." He glanced at Aubrey.

"We didn't think at that time it was something we wanted to do, but the more we do things together, the more we like doing things... with you guys.... Do you know what we're talking about?"

I looked over to Angie and she said, "We got one of those letters too."

"So, it wasn't you."

"No. It wasn't us."

Aubrey's eyes shifted from Angie and me to Nick, and then back to us. "Did you guys..." Nick asked, not finishing the sentence.

I nodded. "Yes. I take it you two didn't?"

"We talked about it," Aubrey answered, "A lot."

"So did we," Angie answered. Nobody said anything for a few moments. "I take it you're thinking maybe you should have?"

Again, Aubrey and Nick exchanged glances. "Yes," Nick answered, "And no. It definitely led to some hot sex... and discussions about who we'd like to have sex with or what we would want to do if we gave each other hall passes...." He left off, Aubrey picking up the thought.

"And we decided that just having sex with anyone wasn't what we wanted to do," she paused, looking directly into Angie's eyes before shifting to me, "but we really like you two, a lot and decided that if we're going to have sex with others, you are who we want to do it with."